Black Sabbath

Black Sabbath

Cursebearer
I have no redemption.
Player	Asmodeus
Metatype	Fomoraig
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	0
Public Awareness	0
Titles and Awards	0
CDP	12
Age	Biologically 41
Folder	[1]
Priority	Metatype - A Attributes - A Magic/Resonance - D Skills - E Resources - D
Initiate Grades Unlocked	9
Next Initiation Unlocked	Unknown

​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​​My hand is firm upon the wheel. I live in fire.

​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​I destroy. I am a demon.

​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​-- Mantra of Light

Background

Whispers. Thoughts in his mind that do not belong to him. These are the everpresent companions Judas Foreman lives with. They're at the edge of his consciousness, wisps of smoke that barely breach the dark beyond his awareness. His body is an improvement on natural selection, this much he is aware of. His blood falls apart, bones crack and heal, organs wrench and break. The pain he feels within is a welcome distraction to the maddening silence in his mind and a past that he cannot remember but weighs on him at all times. When his body recovers and heals, he seeks out more suffering. He doesn't know why, but all agony feels deserved, earned. The people he visits in critical care and SINless warrens are innocent most of the time. His touch heals most and makes them jump with joy, yet he can't feel happy about any of it.

There is a darkness in his mind that he cannot recognize. Whatever the circumstances are for his existence, the lack of a childhood and a blank canvas for a life, he is both terrified and desperate to learn it. What if the sinking feeling in his gut is a subconscious disgust at what he did or was? What if he was a hero? The fear of reaching out and pulling the cloak off the unknown stops him from changing. He feels like an abomination even among his own kind without understanding why and the sleepless nights he goes through are filled with torment that oblivion claims come evening and wakefulness.

Work beyond law has its own reward. He keeps everyone that works with him alive, thrusts himself into the deadliest melees and bears the burden of others without complaint. It's a stigma that silences the constant guilt he feels and offers something he's too much of a coward to do himself. Death.

Significant Things for Narrative

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Run History

Name	GM	Metaplot	Threat	Date of Run
Die Hand Die Verletzt	Scarcarian		Medium	21 October 2085
Viral Dispute	Sleevey		Low	15 March 2085
Runnin' from the Dock of the Bay	LHOG		Medium	27 February 2085
A Wolf In Wolf's clothing?	Bulldogc	Trophäenjagd	High	6 January 2085
Redmond Rage	Sample Text	Compound Interest	High	31 December 2084
A Beautiful Song	Fangblade_		High	25 November 2084

Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips

• Positive Reputation

Faction	Reputation

• Negative Reputation

Faction	Reputation

Matrix Search Table

Threshold	Result
1
3
6

Shadow Community Table

Threshold	Result
1
3
5

Assensing Table

Threshold	Description
1	Awakened.
2	Physical Adept and dual-natured. Assumed to be Infected, though he doesn't look like it.
3	HMHVV Strain 2.
4	Bears augmentations that appear inherent to his being. He also doesn't seem to spread the virus with his touch.
5	Not a technomancer.

SINs

• John Doe - UCAS, Rating 3
  1. Adept License